Pointing Fingers

Ten penguins walked on thin ice.

Red brain matter covered in soft silk.

Yes, you did this,

You eight legged arachnid

You spiller of red liquid

You innocent bystander

You mass murderer in the shadows

You knife wielder

Daytime naysayer.

You drainer of oceans

You eater of all that lives

Taker that never gives.

You mere animal

You hairy mammal

You horny jar of emptiness

You immoral entrepreneur

You hungry tiny tick.

Sit down and enjoy

Your nights in the light,

Living at great heights.

Carbon combusts carbon,

In a haste to produce waste.

There will come a time

When there will be no more time.

 

A Modern Exchange

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Midway Through the Two

A guilty conscience for

Innocent words uttered in the shades.

Back so quickly to old familiar sin

Like the smell of my least favorite jacket,

Basked in the human odor,

And imbued with a will to live.

A lagoon of thoughts,

Good or bad

Such profound trivialities.

Where is your velvet safety?

Exposed now to the caresses of truth.

 

A day

The end day,

We closed our ancient eye.

A day,

The first day

We cried a newborn cry.

 

In and out in less than a century.

Make it a spectacle

Not just one page on Wikipedia.

Today

Our day.

The Beginning Always Comes First

In this incessant whirlpool

Whispers and screams whip around my cloak

Shred it.

A night terror in the dead of day,

These seven billion others

As fragile as us.

Up the staircase

Faster and higher.

Watch your step, too late.

This is all just a withdrawal symptom.

Come on then, cut me

You know you want to.

No new space for more scars.

You’ll just have to carve over one of the old ones.

And if I may ask,

Would you please show us those marvelous claws of yours?

I know martial arts for self defense

And yet life still kicked seven shades of shit out of me.

And grinned with green teeth, not yet content

And kicked seven more.

Round Way Trip

I died

In a ditch on the side

Of a road.

In a rotten forgotten land,

And on my way out of this body,

I saw the dirty soul waters piled up.

And up I went, up.

Good-bye they beamed,

And when I got to heaven

It was empty but me.

And I bowed and I begged

For the return trip

And down I came.

Back to the muck and mud

And the sick and stained

And the famine and the fear

And the blood and burns

And the dry death of burning bullets

And the poor pain of somber streets

And I smiled and I cried,

I’m back on Earth,

My home in hell.